Crowds...

The king had conquered most inner torments throughout his life but a few would always remain for his own sake.  Nightly he would venture off alone into the crowds of people that had needs he could never meet.  These moments served him as a reminder that he could not help everyone.  That he would always lag behind in his efforts so long as he was human.  Nameless faces, outstretched hands...clawing at him.  In these times, there is nothing he could do.  Leaving him sad and feeling a sense of inadequacy.  Always bringing him back to that relatable place.  Yet this time, amongst the crowds, he saw someone he knew sitting on the floor against one of the walls in the city.  He shouted her name and she did not move.  He tried to get to her but the crowd was too many.  Her face buried in her folded arms, she sat still...almost lifeless.  As if she was waiting for someone or something to pull her up.

The king pressed the crowds, knocking a few over in the process, reached at her arm and pulled her into his cloak without saying a word.  He brought her into a room of her own within his home without ever asking why she never came to him since all that were close to him always had access before the crowds.  Did she think he had forsaken her or cast her aside?  The thought of this saddened him because he had always made clear how dear she was to him.  No words or explanations were ever needed so long as she knew he was there and he knew she was ok.  No one this close to the king should ever feel this lost so long as he has breath.

Herein lay the kings saving grace.  For what good is loving the world when those that are closest to him feel nothing of his love.  The image of her in that position has stayed in his mind and he wonders now what more could be done... 

Folks, there are very few people in this world that you can claim real responsibility over and these are recognized by blood and vow but there are others you can claim no responsibility over that still engender the same level of care.  These are recognized by love.  Their pride can tell you that they are ok and that they are not your concern.  You will look to help anyway without even knowing where to start and because they are so prideful, you must do so without them knowing it was you lest they think they owe you something.  Tough job huh?  Well, when love makes the call, you do what you can and for me?  It's called breathing lol

~Moses